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the storm in my eyes is only your shadow ( wodahs ruoy ylno si seye ym ni mrots eht )

…

there on the spot

where all hinterlands cross

fingers in knots

crystalline air

– snow, if you must

& butter my toast

with your sweet toe jam

in between deep green

runner bean daydreams

is a dead red door

sort of metaphor

yet the cycle spanners

with a siskin song

& a badger in the bracken

will the dogwood bark

if the alder catkins purr?

paper planes sail then

underneath solo

pear tart harpsichord

in the other-other garden

there is a parsnip

that never parps out

owls in the background

let them eat jaffa cakes

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